° sky high ° h.s. {a.u.}

° chapter five °

° five °

For three days Avalon avoided Harry. She knew she was being a bitch. She knew there was no way anyone could be an even bigger bitch than she was being right in that moment. But she didn’t care. Okay, maybe she cared a little. Caring too much actually, was her problem.

She couldn’t stop thinking of the look on Harry’s face when she first burst into his flat. He was quiet, allowing her to get all her emotions out. She’d hit him. She was surprised Harry was even trying to get her attention at all.

Avalon tapped her pen against her desktop as she looked around the office floor. Perrie wasn’t at work today. She’d actually become rather sick in the past couple days and Avalon had gone over to see her yesterday. Zayn kept telling her that if she wasn’t better by the end of the week then he was taking her to the doctor’s.

“You know,” Niall said, poking his head up over the partition separating them, “If you really do feel bad you could –”

“Shut up, Niall,” Avalon sighed. Niall just rolled his eyes and looked back to his work mumbling, “No one ever lets me talk,” under his breath.

Avalon smiled to herself before turning back to her work, staring at the words on the page. All her edits had come back with a note from Harry saying, ‘Nice job. I’m sorry.’

It was the end of the week and she was done. She really didn’t have anything to do. Usually she’d go over and see Luke but he sat at the same desk area as Harry and – Avalon smiled. Harry wasn’t at his desk. She got up quickly and jogged over to where Luke was hunched over some of his work, his teeth playing with his lip ring.

“Hi,” Avalon whispered, wrapping her arms around Luke from behind and kissing his cheek.

“Hiiiii,” Luke smiled, turning and knocking Avalon off balance enough so he could pull her onto his lap, “How’s your day been?”

“Good,” Avalon giggled, pulling at Luke’s collar and planting her lips on his. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“It’s only three,” Luke chuckled, “We have two more hours.”

Avalon pouted and looked down at her feet, “Fine,” she sighed, “Work hard then.”

“Okay honey,” Luke chuckled. Avalon went to get up but Luke grabbed her wrist. “Wait,” he stood up and pulled her close to him, “Technically, I worked through lunch so I can still take a break …”

Avalon smiled and shook her head, “No it’s fine,” she reached up and pecked his lips, “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Avalon,” Luke breathed, “You are my trouble.”

Avalon laughed and Luke wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her close. “How about we take a little break, huh?” Luke asked, “Maybe head back to your place … steal some more of Harry’s condoms …?”

Avalon knew her cheeks were red as she hastily reached up and kissed Luke again. “I’ll race you to the car,” she whispered.

They both turned, hand in hand, and bumped right into Mr. Clark. “Oh,” he raised an eyebrow, “Miss Peroc, Mr. Hemmings. Going somewhere?”

“Well we’re both done with our work for the day, sir,” Avalon said softly, “And Luke hasn’t taken his break yet so we were going to get some lunch but –”

“I see,” Mr. Clark nodded, “Just take the rest of the day off. It’s Friday right?” Luke and Avalon both nodded, hoping that this wasn’t a dream and that if they said one wrong thing they’d be done. “Well,” Mr. Clark sighed, “Have a nice weekend then.”